$ha Hef – Dope Dealer

$ha Hef – Dope Dealer

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures

[Verse 1]
The sun rise where the sun set
I chase the money while a son rest
OTM, we the gun set
Delinquent payments leave your son wet
Leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin’ less
Used to be the sixth man now they callin’ me the Brick man
AKA bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man
Hustle, I am the boss but I started off as a hitman
Flossin’ all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband
Get back when I click-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks
Mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin’ mismatched
Left his head where his dicks at, handgrenade where his bitch at
Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin’ that chit-chat
They say I’m vile, fuck it I take it
Stack money long as the Nile and it’s all for my mommas smile
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All in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share
Part of my stature, I treat your jaw like the Lord and it’s gettin’ fractured
Cop it then whip it after
This shit I’m sippin’ got me caught up in a rapture
Even when I’m throwed it ain’t a throne I couldn’t capture

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, ain’t got no figures

[Verse 2]
Before I was a standout niggas knew I was standup
Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up
Jack boys came, we turned pussy then gave them grams up
Police brought the pressure, they panickin’, get they plans up
You ain’t my kin, I ate your bitch and chased it with a shot of gin
She told you she got the gin
I know that I’m prone to sin, I know that I’m prone to win
I know that I’m prone to pull up and serve a nigga and spin
The weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty
I’m unlucky, I triple crossed you, can’t trust me
My [?], my trap jumpin’, the fiends dusty
I owe Papi my work fire, I lean busty
Any season keep the snow like I’m Jack Frost
Five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft
Pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss
Told the plug double the order and got the pack off
I’m a real trapper you niggas just some pedestrians
Polo all over my body like an equestrian
Shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like I’m jetskiing
Slide up in that pussy then skate off I call it Gretzkyin’

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